What a sight to behold,
Everything swirling around…outside;
Much like a carousel…without the horses,
Or, like a whirlpool…caught-up in a tide!

“What is it, Mom…what is it?”
Now, I was really alarmed;
“I think it’s a hurricane”, my Mom said,
“We’re safe in here…we won’t be harmed.”
Yes, I’ll always remember,
The hurricane of 1939;
I was just a little kid,
Almost 3 years old…at that time.

Some say that such a young child,
Couldn’t remember such a thing;
But, I was…and I do,
I remember OUR “FLYING” ICE BOX!